A metrical escape valve,
letters in the maelstrom
Lightning on the horizon,
second child of the Gods
Sacrificial waterfall,
its current overflowing
A literal dilation
—of the verbal supreme
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
The Mirror Never Lies
Science would like
to abscond with Philosophy
Claiming propriety
over truth falsely shown
Measures and numbers
its weapons of choice
Never looking beyond
—what its theories bestow
(Wayne Pennsylvania: May, 2019)
The Light Of Its Message
Poetry should always be given away,
and never ever sold
Its message to open all heavens gates,
not translate into gold
Poetry should fly on the wings of a wish,
with hope its guiding dove
The light of its message to guide all intention
—transforming into love
(Wayne Pennsylvania: May, 2019)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments3
an excellent read.
Thanks Crystal. Always a thrill for me when you read...
Kurt
If indeed Supreme - the Word (prose) indeed and rightfully commands our infinite praise (a literal dilation).
Thanks Gary. Poetry is supreme, with prose as the handmaiden.
Kurt
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